To Love A Lord of London (Wardington Park; Raptures of Royalty) by Eleanor Meyers Read Free Book Online

moved to her hands. “What’s that you’re doing?”
    Amy looked down to find herself toying with her cross. Moving her hands apart, she shook her head, “Nothing.”
    He lifted a brow. “Oh, but now I actually am intrigued. You do that often,” he said, pointing toward her glove. “Show me.”

    A my sighed and then took off her glove before presenting her wrist.
    Wardington didn’t reach out for her. He didn’t touch her with his hands, only with his eyes. He stared at the jewel. “Christian.”
    “Yes.”
    He smiled, “It must be very precious to you if you keep it hidden. Who gave it to you?”
    “My father.” She put her hand down. “Before he died.” He’d actually been on his deathbed for a month before he’d finally allowed Amy to see him. In such a short time, his sickness had caused him to begin wasting away and he hadn’t wanted Amy to see him... until the very end. She remembered looking into his brown eyes and running a hand over the damp brown hair that matched hers. He wasn’t the most handsome person, and many had told Amy that she looked just like him.
    Follow Him , he had told her. And that was all he’d said. Amy had been keeping her promise to do so ever since. At least, she was trying.
    She asked Wardington, “I hate lying to people. I continue to tell my family that I’m unwell so that I am not forced to go to any parties. The season has already started. Why am I not at the parties?”
    He slouched in his chair as he stared at her, “Because, you, my dear, are going to make your entrance at the best party of the year. The party that marks the true beginning of the season. And you will be presented so effectively that my son will regret ever telling you that you would fail.”

    S he’d told him about some of their conversation on the balcony. “How? How can this be?”
    He smiled, “Because, when you’ve got the right people in your corner, no one can touch you.”
    “Who are the right people?”
    He waved her away. “Let’s not worry about that at the moment. It’s time for your next lesson. Now, how do you make a man who is speaking to you remember you?”
    Amy turned toward the fire and thought. After instructions on walking, eating, and conversation for the last two weeks, Amy was beginning to feel exhausted. A few moments later, she sighed and turned to him. “I give up. What do I do?”
    Wardington grinned and leaned forward, holding her with his green eyes, “Listen to everything I say, and do exactly as I tell you. If you do this, you will not fail.”

    “ H ow did I ever get invited to his thing?”
    Nathaniel turned to look at Joseph Croftman as he took another sip from his glass. As Catherine and Jane’s eldest brother, he was forced to accompany them around from party to party, making sure no one like Nathaniel happened to come along and ruin them for all else. “Joseph, this is the party of the year. Everyone was invited.”
    “I wasn’t invited last year,” he countered.
    “You were. Invites are for the entire family.”
    “Well, I wasn’t invited formally,” he said, tartly, his anger growing. “My name wasn’t on a single invitation. Now, my name is on every last one. Why?”
    A few daughters of the ton passed by the men, their gowns an array of bright colors, their smiles reaching their eyes. They broke into giggles as they walked away.
    Nathaniel laughed, “You must know.”
    Bright brown eyes turned to him. “I don’t.” Compared to most men, Joseph was large. One to get involved when it came to repairs on his land caused Joseph’s bulk to stand out against every other man’s more lean physique. And when he scowled, as he was doing now, he had the tendency to look almost dangerous—a feature many of the young women were drawn to.

    N athaniel sighed , “The mothers are running out of young wealthy men to wed their daughters. And since you refused to go to any parties last year, they made sure you would be here this year.”
    Joseph